In fact, before today's practical class, Lexus had already realized a problem:
Lu Ning is not tall enough!
Although the other children are not much taller than Lu Ning, they can at least put on a striking stance on the table.
Only Lu Ning was different. Next to the Zhongba table, Lu Ning could still look down at the ball on the table. But when he got to the Snooker table, which was about 5 centimeters higher than the Zhongba table, Lu Ning could only
I can barely show my little head.
Logically speaking, if you want to play billiards, the basic requirement should be to be able to reach the table, but Lu Ning's behavior once made Ling Zhi confused. Since it was difficult for him to reach the table, how did he become interested in billiards?
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But then Lingzhi figured it out, and there was nothing to be confused about. When Ding Junhui was 6 years old, he was still running around the table with a pole, and why is it so strange that 10-year-old Xiao Luning likes billiards?
So Ling Zhi stopped thinking about it and focused his attention on how to make Lu Ning play billiards well.
At first, Ling Zhi wanted to discuss it with the coaches, but after seeing Lu Ning sitting alone in the corner of the club, he gave up the idea.
He was afraid that the coaches would say something that would make Lu Ning lose his confidence. After all, Ling Zhi himself used to be a relatively withdrawn person, so he understood Lu Ning's state of mind.
So, he decided to kill first and then teach Lu Ning to play with a pole. If the coach saw it later, Ling Zhi decided to explain temporarily.
Anyway, this class is for public welfare. Even if your coach does not agree with my training method, I can still insist on bringing Lu Ning to the end of class. At most, I will not be able to participate in the assessment.
Fortunately, until now, no coach has stopped me. They seem to be very busy, constantly correcting each child's strokes at other tables.
Moreover, Yu Bowen was very cooperative and did not feel disgusted with Ling Zhi's arrangement. On the contrary, he was a little excited, which made Ling Zhi very happy.
All the children in the ball room were practicing with their own handstands, but on the table where Lexus was sitting, two children were practicing with their own handstands, creating a unique scene.
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During this period, Lu Jiarui's mood was like a roller coaster.
At first, he thought that he would be left out in the cold in this four-person group. After all, Yun Feng had previously told him to find someone else.
But later he discovered that Yun Feng did not treat him differently, and was also giving him serious instructions on his stance and movements, which made him feel a little happy.
"It seems that Brother Yunfeng is just talking."
Lu Jiarui thought.
However, as time went by, Lu Jiarui gradually felt that something was not right.
The other children entered the batting training session one after another under Yun Feng's arrangement, but he was the only one who was still training on making club movements.
"Don't hold your back hand so tightly, relax a little."
"The shot is too stiff. That's not how you exert force. You have to go from slow to fast."
"Don't sink your arms when exerting force. In addition, after the club is released, the club head should not rise."
Lu Jiarui usually doesn't have the habit of lifting the club up, but now he has been in the posture for a long time, and his right arm is a little numb, so he subconsciously lowers the big arm after finishing the club.
The arms and club head also show an upward attitude.
He felt a little aggrieved and said angrily:
"What's wrong with the rise? I hit the ball long before I hit it! After the ball is hit, I can rise as much as I like without affecting the accuracy! If you don't believe it, let me try playing!"
However, Yun Feng was unmoved. He shook his head and explained seriously:
"I saw that you weren't paying attention to the lecture. Mr. Deng already explained it very clearly in yesterday's theory class."
"On the surface, it seems that the upward movement of your club head does not affect the ball, but before it rises, there is already an upward trend. Once this trend occurs, it will affect the effect of the stroke when hitting the ball."
It seemed that what he said made sense, but at this moment Lu Jiarui no longer cared about whether it made sense or not, because the other three children at the same table had already looked at him. Although they didn't mean anything else, in Lu Jiarui's opinion, the look in their eyes
There is a silent sarcasm hidden in it.
"I, I didn't raise the club head on purpose. I've been practicing the posture for so long and my arms are numb. Why can they practice hitting the ball first while I have to practice the posture all the time?"
Yun Feng still looked serious and spoke without any mercy:
"I told you a long time ago that your basic skills are not good, but you don't believe it. They haven't played much before, and they have better plasticity. As for you, you have been playing for a while, so you have accumulated a lot of bad habits in your strokes.
It needs to be polished well.”
Lu Jiarui's self-esteem was severely challenged. He refused to believe in evil and suddenly lost his temper:
"No matter how bad my shots are, I'm still better than them! If you don't believe it, let me compete with them!"
After Yun Feng heard this, he brought him to another child named Zhang Zhibin with an expressionless face:
"Since you want to compete so much, well, you can compete with him. Compete with who can hit the club straighter. Hit the ball in front of you, let the ball hit the bottom bank and bounce back. Whose ball can touch the club when it comes back?
Head, tell me whose shot is straighter, let’s get started.”
This was a little different from what Lu Jiarui had imagined, but whatever, he had a chance to express himself. He felt that the opportunity was rare, and he must redeem himself from the ugly appearance he had just revealed through outstanding performance.
For Zhang Zhibin, although the competition proposed by Yun Feng surprised him, he was still eager to try and see how far he could go.
This kind of straight shot practice exists in the training process of most professional players. For them, this kind of practice is routine, but it is difficult for these children.
So just now Yunfeng asked the children to stand in front of the side library of the snooker table to practice shooting, which can be regarded as reducing the difficulty of their practice. However, in this game, Yunfeng directly asked them to stand in front of the top library.
Let's compete. In this case, the distance the ball has to go to the base and back will be longer, which is a challenge for two children.
The two of them came to the top library, got down and hit the ball in front of them one after another.
Zhang Zhibin has never played billiards before, and today is his first time touching a stick, so his shooting posture is a bit awkward in the eyes of insiders.
He holds the club with his right hand, but his right leg is not straight, and the position of the back hand holding the club is too far forward, causing the club head to be too close to the left hand frame, and the extension of the club is too short, making it difficult to exert power to hit the ball.
There were some strokes, so Zhang Zhibin finally pushed the ball out.
Lu Jiarui's shooting movement and posture were slightly better, and he finally hit the ball with force.
Yun Feng did not make any corrections to their batting postures and movements throughout the whole process.
In the end, the balls in front of the two of them came back one after another, and neither of them touched their club heads, but it seemed that Lu Jiarui was closer.
But before he could be proud, Yun Feng issued the next instruction:
"continue."
The little fat man was stunned, turned around and asked:
"Are we going to compete again? Isn't it just one competition?"
"Did I say it was just one contest? Continue."
Although he was a little angry, the little fat man had no choice but to do as he was intimidated by Yun Feng's aura.
After that, the two tried three more times. Zhang Zhibin pushed it out lightly every time, while Lu Jiarui pushed it out with force every time.
In the process, Zhang Zhibin was getting closer and closer to hitting the club head, while Lu Jiarui basically made no progress.
Seeing such a result, Lu Jiarui couldn't help but be a little anxious. Thinking of Zhang Zhibin's soft shot earlier, he thought about it. On the fifth try, he finally gave up the power play and chose to push the ball lightly.
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After the collision and rebound this time, Zhang Zhibin's ball hit his own club head, but Lu Jiarui's ball was further away from his own club head, almost reaching the hitting area where Zhang Zhibin was.
Seeing this, Yun Feng finally nodded and stopped letting them try.
"You have more problems than I thought. The stick plug is very serious and must be corrected through practice."
The so-called stick plug means that the club head deflects at the moment the stick is released, causing the ball to rotate. If it is not intentional, this kind of action is a taboo in billiards!
Yun Feng spoke unceremoniously about the little fat man, but the little fat man was already confused at this time. He did not expect that the shot that was supposed to be stable would go further than the previous four shots!
He followed Yun Feng dejectedly to the corner of the table and watched him demonstrate the strokes for himself.
"In the past, you used to hit the club too hard, which actually covered up the problem of your club plugging. You still have to start practicing from the basics. Don't shoot the club so fast. Start practicing slowly..."
Yun Feng taught very carefully, but the little fat boy was a little absent-minded.
In this way, it lasted until 10 o'clock, and finally it was time to rest. The little fat man finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat alone in his seat, thoughtfully.
In the past, he took Yu Bowen and other friends to organize activities during class breaks, but now he feels that he is not qualified.
The problems that Yun Feng pointed out just now were like a big mountain on his mind. Before the practical class, he thought that he could reach the same level as Yun Feng and Ling Zhi with just a little practice. However, the reality was harsh.
Taught him a hard lesson.
"Hey, what's up? You're downcast."
Yu Bowen came to his golf partner at the right time and expressed concern.
Lu Jiarui was embarrassed to tell Yun Feng's evaluation of him, so he simply shook his head and said, "It's okay."
When Yu Bowen is practicing with Lu Jiarui, he is always the one who talks less. He doesn't like to steal the little fat guy's limelight and prefers to focus on the table.
Seeing that Lu Jiarui had no intention of talking at this time, he didn't ask any more questions and took the initiative to say:
"It's no fun just sitting around. Do you want to come and play together?"
"Playing? What are you playing for?"
"Brother Lingzhi just taught me how to use the rack. I think it's quite interesting. Why don't you come and experience it too?"
"Pole setting? What's so fun about setting up poles? Setting up poles is for people who can't reach the table. I don't need that thing. I won't go if I don't go! Why did he ask you to use pole setting? You're not
Can I get to the table?"
"Oh, there are always times when you can't reach it, come and try!"
At Yu Bowen's insistence, Lu Jiarui had no choice but to get up and go to the table where Ling Zhi was teaching.
At this time, Ling Zhi was not there, and Lu Ning continued to practice hitting with a pole alone. Yu Bowen took Lu Jiarui to the mouth of the middle bag and suggested that he use the pole to practice low shots with him.
Lu Jiarui said nothing, and Yu Bowen just thought he agreed and started hitting the first shot on his own.
On the first shot, Yu Bowen hit the blue ball into the middle pocket and successfully pulled the white ball back a little distance. He straightened up and said with a smile:
"It took me a long time to learn how to pull a low bar with a rack. You should be better than me, so give it a try!"
When Lu Jiarui heard Yu Bowen say that he had been practicing for a long time, he instinctively wanted to laugh at him, but when he thought that there was a big problem with his shot, he gave up the idea of laughing at him.
After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and prepared to try a shot.
Seeing that the club, the white ball, the blue ball and the pocket were all on the same line, Lu Jiarui suddenly felt a little dazed.
This was the first time for him to observe the shape of the entire club from the end of the club, so when he was playing the club, he could clearly see whether his shot was straight or not.
In an instant, he seemed to realize something. With the movement of his hand, the white ball instantly bounced out and scored the blue ball. The white ball itself rolled back and finally fell into another pocket.
Next to him, Yu Bowen applauded generously:
"As expected of you, you can pull it so far as soon as you come up. It's really amazing!"
And Lu Jiarui was already stunned, not knowing what to say.
A few minutes ago, he had lost confidence in his shot, but now he realized that his shot could be this straight!